Beat it, jerk.

This fucker.

Seven abortions later, he just keeps coming back.

Do you wish your dog was immortal?

“He won’t trust you now.”

I was just being honest.

Fucking retard.

Way to bone an entire country.

Just do her.

Nothing crazy.

Just a cat dozing on a hog.

Llama riding a surfboard.

So fucking righteous.

Yummy.

Son: Ma, what’s for dinner tonight?

Ma:  Oh I thought I’d cook up some of those faggots you guys love so much. You know, with that rich west country sauce.

Son: The Mr. Brains?

Ma: You betcha.

Son: I love you Mother. And your delicious faggots.